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You called my heart a winter rose surrounded by the cold, knowing when the next flood will come, but it always smells sweet my thoughts have heard your call oh you wait to see when my hope will return a diamond in the rough you´ve like to call it you are like a revolving door it shuts out some glacial air, but it is so fast almost like a glimpse into something unexplored so there is always a little danger so I wait til you´ve seen just enough to become my flood

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